kicked out. Now I no longer have an inside man. I told Hercules to hang with us for a bit. I didn’t want him to fly solo and start his own group to fight the other groups. I don’t want this turning into gangs or something. This is really getting out of hand.
As for Angela and her old man, NOTHING! They still act normal, like nothing happened, and it is really making us wonder what did happen. What do you think happened to the poster? Did Angela get it? Did her dad get it first and trash it? What happened? Maybe that night we should have brought a ton of food and left Jacob there to watch what happened. The dance is coming up, and so far Buzz doesn’t have a date. Come to think about it, I don’t have a date either. I don’t need one. I will be happy going by myself. I’m going stag.
Good luck is the result of good planning.
Then I should be Lady Luck herself.
Friday, April 15th, 2011
11:12 p.m.
Judgment Day
My dear readers, your comments have been brilliant as usual. A lot of you said yes, Angela got the poster and will reply in a unique way. Some of you said the old man tore down the poster and trashed it before Angela could see it. And there are few of you who went out of your way to be creative with your responses. This leads us to the winners of the week.
Our third-place winner is the person who said, “The old man found the poster before Angela, and to hide the evidence he pulled out a jar of hot sauce and ate the whole poster, tape and all.” Wonderful—and I think the hot sauce really gave it that extra kick.
Our second-place winner is the person who said, “Angela received the poster but didn’t want to go with Buzz, so she used Wite-Out to erase the message and used the same poster to ask another handsome boy to the dance.” Why didn’t I think of that? Should I expect to open my door and see a poster? Or were you referring to Jacob?
Our first-place winner is the person who said, “Neither Angela nor her dad saw the poster. Aliens came from another planet to take Angela’s dad back home on the mother ship when their mission was interrupted by a single poster blocking their path. Bubuhububoa (the captain of the ship) went to destroy the poster when he realized it was a beautiful work of art that belongs in the Galaxy of Art Museum. He assumed it was made by his long lost love, Beatrice, who now resides in an unknown galaxy, and he left immediately to find her to ask her for his toe nails back.” Man, whoever you are, I want you to write my blog, because you would do a better job than I do. You win. The week is yours, and so is my heart . . . What??
Now for what really happened. It was about 12:03:35 in the p.m. when Buzz was called to the principal’s office over the intercom. There was only a minute and twenty-five seconds left until lunch, but who’s counting. I couldn’t help but wonder if Buzz was about to get the reply we had been waiting for. Will Angela be in the room when the principal explains to Buzz that Buzz is being transferred to another school? Or will Angela and her dad take turns slapping Buzz in the face? I’m joking; principals don’t act that way, on account of their good principles. Yes, principals have principles.
Once the bell rang for lunch, I darted off like a greyhound chasing a rabbit.
I got to the principal’s office and just waited. All I could see was the silhouette of Buzz nodding his head. Luckily, I packed my own lunch today, so I just sat there waiting, eating, and waiting some more. I’m very good at waiting, but I wish they would have hurried up; I have better things to do with my lunchtime. Finally it happened; Buzz came walking out with an alarmed and stunned look on his face, as if he had just gotten the news that a bombshell had just landed on his favorite amusement park. Hey, I would be devastated too. I tried to ask him what had happened, but I couldn’t get the words past the bite of peanut butter sandwich I had just taken.
Then
As for Angela and her old man, NOTHING! They still act normal, like nothing happened, and it is really making us wonder what did happen. What do you think happened to the poster? Did Angela get it? Did her dad get it first and trash it? What happened? Maybe that night we should have brought a ton of food and left Jacob there to watch what happened. The dance is coming up, and so far Buzz doesn’t have a date. Come to think about it, I don’t have a date either. I don’t need one. I will be happy going by myself. I’m going stag.
Good luck is the result of good planning.
Then I should be Lady Luck herself.
Friday, April 15th, 2011
11:12 p.m.
Judgment Day
My dear readers, your comments have been brilliant as usual. A lot of you said yes, Angela got the poster and will reply in a unique way. Some of you said the old man tore down the poster and trashed it before Angela could see it. And there are few of you who went out of your way to be creative with your responses. This leads us to the winners of the week.
Our third-place winner is the person who said, “The old man found the poster before Angela, and to hide the evidence he pulled out a jar of hot sauce and ate the whole poster, tape and all.” Wonderful—and I think the hot sauce really gave it that extra kick.
Our second-place winner is the person who said, “Angela received the poster but didn’t want to go with Buzz, so she used Wite-Out to erase the message and used the same poster to ask another handsome boy to the dance.” Why didn’t I think of that? Should I expect to open my door and see a poster? Or were you referring to Jacob?
Our first-place winner is the person who said, “Neither Angela nor her dad saw the poster. Aliens came from another planet to take Angela’s dad back home on the mother ship when their mission was interrupted by a single poster blocking their path. Bubuhububoa (the captain of the ship) went to destroy the poster when he realized it was a beautiful work of art that belongs in the Galaxy of Art Museum. He assumed it was made by his long lost love, Beatrice, who now resides in an unknown galaxy, and he left immediately to find her to ask her for his toe nails back.” Man, whoever you are, I want you to write my blog, because you would do a better job than I do. You win. The week is yours, and so is my heart . . . What??
Now for what really happened. It was about 12:03:35 in the p.m. when Buzz was called to the principal’s office over the intercom. There was only a minute and twenty-five seconds left until lunch, but who’s counting. I couldn’t help but wonder if Buzz was about to get the reply we had been waiting for. Will Angela be in the room when the principal explains to Buzz that Buzz is being transferred to another school? Or will Angela and her dad take turns slapping Buzz in the face? I’m joking; principals don’t act that way, on account of their good principles. Yes, principals have principles.
Once the bell rang for lunch, I darted off like a greyhound chasing a rabbit.
I got to the principal’s office and just waited. All I could see was the silhouette of Buzz nodding his head. Luckily, I packed my own lunch today, so I just sat there waiting, eating, and waiting some more. I’m very good at waiting, but I wish they would have hurried up; I have better things to do with my lunchtime. Finally it happened; Buzz came walking out with an alarmed and stunned look on his face, as if he had just gotten the news that a bombshell had just landed on his favorite amusement park. Hey, I would be devastated too. I tried to ask him what had happened, but I couldn’t get the words past the bite of peanut butter sandwich I had just taken.
Then
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